Cahleth looks at Nighthill, then Onthar, and finally the dwarf Escobert. He is weighing the scene, seeing if anyone else is eager to investigate.
If no one moves, Cahleth will stay in the meeting, directing conversation toward the towns defenses and provisions. "If a siege does come, how many days can we hold up? What type of defense do you have? Anything to repel would be invaders?"
Out of Character: : Just to give Poljen a wee bit more to do…
In Character: :
As Poljen began riding through the town he stopped and looked about for the highest point of elevation, whether it be from atop the fort and its walls or even the chapel. He was thinking that being up high with his spyglass might be a good idea.
Cahleth finds that most here are willing to wait to hear the full story in favor of planning for what they think is an impending assault.
Escobert says, "The heaviest martial equipment we have are the ballistae at the fort. They're fairly aged, but they've been maintained well. Another one is in storage, but there isn't space for it up on the walls."
"As far as armaments and supplies go, we're actually in decent shape, especially when it comes to bows. After the militia have their gear, we could probably arm another few score civilians. The food stocked at the fort is at its full capacity. At full rations, we could last 2 tendays feeding the entire town. If somehow we kept them outside the curtain wall, we could probably keep going for almost a year, but I think that's unlikely given the resources they're apparently able to bring."
"With Wellesby out of the picture, I believe the greatest sources of magical prowess available are with your group. Except for the Rector of course, but I understand he has sworn a strict vow of nonviolence."
Nighthill speaks up, "You should also know, we've finally managed to get back in contact with Berdusk. Soldiers are already en route from both that city and Baldur's Gate, several hundred from each. They should arrive in six days, we just need to hold out until then."
"Our biggest problem is experience. We have plenty of hands, and my people are tougher than you probably think. But very few of us have seen open conflict, beyond the occasional owlbear or griffon threat. I am afraid we are going to be relying on you to bolster our lines."
[Berdusk is one of the member cities in the Lord's Alliance, and represents the closest major military power. The road east out of Greenest heads directly there.]
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Poljen already knows that the two highest positions in town would be the fort's two towers. (Give me a perception check for when you're up there.)
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Cratol doesn't see anything particularly new outside. There are several people milling about, but they seem reluctant to approach the building you're in. [If Lia or Geoffroy would choose to actively prevent the tongue harvesting, give me a DC 15 insight check to realize Sar'ai's intent in time to interfere. Otherwise we'll proceed with it.]
Geoffroy sighs, suspecting who this mage's goddess was and even saying as much with a mutter, "Tiamat greed, ambition, and taint no no bounds it seems. That is, if this was the goddess he worshiped. Given the evidence I suspect as much." The cleric actually looked saddened.
He watches as the mage's tongue is cut out by Sarai before turning to the man in which he has saved. Knowing he cannot speak, nor was it wise for him to move his head too much, Geoffroy asks simply, "May I ask, will you refuse to speak as well? If I take you to the healers and they are able to heal your throat will you give me the information we need? Raise your right had if you agree to speak or your left if you refuse."
The cleric paused for just a moment, before added for emphasis, "What I said before is still true. With your cooperation we will help you, but only if you agree to help us." Geoffroy hoped the man might see reason, as he did not enjoy bartering in such a way. This especially with another's life, yet this man had willingly participated in a plan that could harm so many.
Edited: Thomaslee on 18th Feb, 2017 - 12:56am
Lia watches Sar'ai approach the mage with anger visible in her face. She doesn't want the mage hurt unless it is to get much needed information. The situation is dire so unusual methods might be needed at this time. Lia will continue to watch Sar'ai carefully. Perceiving what Sar'ai plans to do with the mage she steps forwards. " Stop Sar'ai. I brought him back to life to question, not torment out of spite. Removing his tongue will make him useless as a witness. The other captive can't speak. We need to know who is behind this and what their plans are. If he won't talk to you then let's turn him into Nighthill. Maybe he has someone that can loosen his tongue. "
Out of Character: : Lia will attempt to stop her from severing his tongue if she suspects Sar'ai's intent in time.
Edited: Kyrroeth on 18th Feb, 2017 - 4:24am
Poljen scours the land around the town. From up here he can see out to a little over ten miles away before sight is lost to the horizon.
Most of the land appears clear, but to the south, just on the edge of vision, is some movement. It is extremely difficult to make out details, even with the glass, but there appears to be a small mounted patrol of some kind, moving from west to east. Something seems off about their movements and proportions though, the barbarian suspects that those are not horses.
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Lia manages to interfere before Sar'ai lunges at the prisoner. The mage gives a short bark of laughter at that. (So slight retcon, if Sar'ai manages to get to the Glossectomy after all, I'll keep Geoffroy's action and go from there.).
Edited: daishain on 18th Feb, 2017 - 5:30am